It’s been a week now since my daughter buried her husband. 2 years of anxiety and pain, of hope and then acceptance as her husband battled stage 4 cancer. From diagnosis to his passing it was 18 months of a roller coaster journey.
His passing was traumatic and my daughter stayed with him as she had throughout their marriage and his illness. I am so proud of her. He was so brave.
Nothing could prepare her or her young children for this loss.
We are taking one day at a time and acknowledging some small but significant steps forward.
Getting the kids to school, walking the dog, making the dinner.
It’s so painful for all of them and for me, as I feel the loss of my son in law and the pain of my daughter and her children. I am out of my depth, I can’t fix this.
Today our 7 year old little boy didn’t have a good day but he has a good teacher. He has done some bereavement training.
My 9 year old grandson seams rational, he says at least daddy isn’t in pain. The toll of watching someone die of cancer is enormous and these are young children.
I know my daughter will never get over this and neither will the children, but I know in time they will grow around their grief and their loss. It’s just so painful to watch, to hold her up and to be by her side.
She held her husband and sons in her strong arms for the last 2 years and now it is my turn.
The pain and the grief are profound. A life without him seems unbearable…
I know you won’t have answers but if you have advice or ideas please help me help her.